Word: drunks
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...with each in turn. No scandal could shake the dignity of the great man, who now referred to himself in the third person, saying: "He has little left to him except his poverty, but he insists that this at least shall be respected." It was. When he stumbled home drunk, a proud gendarme escorted him, explaining to passersby: "Monsieur Verlaine has to be in that condition to write...
...Hell no, to get drunk," Thresky replied. They set a date, and Thresky spent the interval touring New England Thresky spent the interval touring New and attending the more important football games, including all three Harvard-Princeton-Yale contests...
They discovered Central Park and all the usual corn, and were back in New Haven in time for last Saturday's badness. Disheartened by the game, the birds got drunk together, and decided to return to their chains. The owl gave herself up Saturday night, and Thresky, thoroughly demoralized, fluttered back to his lonesome prominence above Mt. Auburn...
Vidgren's inner turmoil as a young artist-type chafing at the halters of a narrow secondary school environment and Caesar's Gallic Wars becomes an unbearable torture in the days following the night he finds Miss Olsen, the town tobacco-shop girl, staggering dead drunk through the streets. Despite Vidgren's initial revulsion at the girl and her unsavory reputation, the two quickly become bosom companions, as Vidgren tastes the joy of his first affair...
...heroes are three Navy aces (Gary Grant, Ray Walston, Larry Blyden) who hitch a ride back home for a four-day pass. "I came here to get drunk and chase girls." Grant announces grandly, but pretty soon an s.o.b. of a VIP (Leif Erickson) tries to pull him off the girls and push him on a stage-to make like a hero for war workers. The rest of the story describes how Grant gets even with the fellow by making time with his girl (Suzy Parker), and how in four days the three flyers get so sick of looking...